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2 "Day by day," the promise reads:
Daily strength for daily needs-
Cast foreboding fears away;
Take the manna for to-day.

3 Lord, my times are in Thy hand:
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom I resign,

And would make Thy purpose mine.
4 Thou my daily task shalt give ;
I to Thee will daily live :
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father's will.
5 Oh, to be exempt from care
By the energy of prayer,

Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude!

7.7.7.7.

1 PAINT not, Christian! though the road Leading to thy blest abode

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Darksome be, and dangerous too,

Christ, thy guide, will bring thee through. 2 Faint not, Christian! though in rage Satan would thy soul engage,

Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle-field.

3 Faint not, Christian! though the world Has its hostile flag unfurled,

Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.

4 Faint not, Christian! though within
There's a heart so prone to sin,

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Christ, the Lord, is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.

5 Faint not, Christian! Christ is near,
Soon in glory to appear;

Then shall cease thy toil and strife,
Thou shalt wear the crown of life.
6 Now in faith, in hope, and love,
We will join the choirs above,
Praising with the heavenly host
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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AR from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,

Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit, come,
And speed me to my rest.
My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee;
My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.

3 To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road;
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints' abode ?
God of my life, be near,

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On Thee my hopes I cast,

Oh guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last!

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AR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

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2 Far distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 Prepare us, Lord, by grace Divine,
For Thy bright courts on high:
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

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10. 10. 10. 10.

ATHER, again in Jesu's name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet; Again to Thee our feeble voices raise, To sue for mercy, and to sing Thy praise.

2 Lord, we would bless Thee for Thy ceaseless care,

And all Thy work from day to day declare:
Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned ?
Does not Thine arm encircle us around?

3 Alas! unworthy of Thy boundless love,
Too oft with careless feet from Thee we rove:
But now, encouraged by Thy voice, we come,
Returning sinners, to a Father's home.

4 Oh, by that Name in whom all fulness dwells!
Oh, by that Love which every love excels!
Oh, by that Blood so freely shed for sin!
Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in.

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FATHER of heaven, whose love profound

ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy pardoning love extend. 2 Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy quickening power extend. 4 Thrice Holy Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in One, Before Thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to all extend.

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8. 8. 7. 8. 8. 8. 7.

NOR ever to behold Him shine,
For evermore to call Him mine,
And see Him still before me;
For ever on His face to gaze,
And meet His full assembled rays,
While all the Father He displays
To all the saints in glory!

2 Not all things else are half so dear
As His delightful presence here—
What must it be in heaven!
"Tis heaven on earth to hear Him say,
As now I journey day by day,
"Poor sinner, cast thy fears away,
Thy sins are all forgiven."

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3 But how must His celestial voice
Make my enraptured heart rejoice,
When I in glory hear Him!
While I before the heavenly gate
For everlasting entrance wait,
And Jesus on His throne of state
Invites me to come near Him.

4 "Come in, thou blessed, sit by Me,
With My own life I ransomed Thee;
Come, taste My perfect favour :
Come in, thou happy spirit, come;
Thou now shalt dwell with Me at home;
Ye blissful mansions, make him room,
For he must stay for ever."

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Life from the dead is in that word,

"Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's illumined eye
Thy golden gates appear!

4 My thirsty spirit faints

To reach the land I love,--
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.